Disclaimer: I own nothing and I'm playing in someone else's sandbox! I do have a great and abiding admiration for J.K. Rowling and much love for the world and characters she has brought to life.

Me: So Harry are you ready for another adventure?

Harry: Sure, where am I going now?

Me: A spin around the multiverse with amazing god like powers.

Harry: What? No I don't want to be a god again, I've seen some of those….BORING!

Me: They are not all boring and why not I mean you get some serious ass kicking mojo?

Harry: Yeah but then I have to grant three wishes and have to live in a jug.

Me: Um, what? No you don't, that's a genie and it's a bottle not a jug.

Harry: Whatever, I still don't want to be a god. So what will I be doing?

Me: Anything you want to do, the whole of the multiverse is open. I might even let the readers pick where to send you.

Harry: Okay, as long as I don't have to live in a jug. It's smaller than my cupboard under the stairs.

Me: You aren't a genie and it's not a jug, oh never mind. Just go get ready for the show!

1981

It all came down to a mistake, a huge colossal mistake made by a desperate mother and the brightest witch in an age.

Lily Potter knew she only had moments to save her son, she could hear the fight in the living room below.

She could not see sweet little Peter betraying them the way he had. But she had been prepared for Voldemort finding them.

Six months researching and preparing a spell that would protect her son from the Dark Lord.

As she cast the final incantation, nothing. "Why didn't it work, it should have worked? Oh Harry I am so sorry, I'd hoped to send you to a new world where the evil bastard wouldn't be able to reach you."

She sobbed over her infant son as the door to little Harry's room was blown open and in strode Voldemort. "Step aside and I will let you live."

Standing tall and firm in front of the crib she faced him. "You WILL NOT HURT MY SON!"

The killing curse struck her just above her heart, Lily Potter devoted wife and loving mother snuffed out in an instant. Never to know that what she had done would change the fate of her world and many more.

Harry James Potter lay in his crib crying, staring wide eyed as evil loomed over him.

"To think one so small would have been my downfall."

A green light shot from the end of his wand hitting the boy in the head.

To Voldemort's utter astonishment the curse was reflected back upon him and he screamed in agony as his body was torn to shreds in a cloud of dark energy.

As the once evil lord was torn apart by his curse, Harry with his eyes screwed shut screamed as well.

Something unexpected happened that non could or would ever believe, the killing curse and a piece of Tom Riddle's soul energized the spell that Lily had cast. A spell that should have taken little Harry to another dimensional earth, mutated.

Instead of sending him somewhere else his mind was flooded with memories. Memories from every Harry Potter across the multiverse!

Now the mind of a child is flexible to some degree, but this was the equivalence of downloading everything on the internet into a flash drive.

In order to save Harry, his magic tried to help with the assimilation of all the data. But his core was too new and so very small, so it did the only thing a child knows to do. It reached out for help, there were others nearby but none strong enough.

Now magic is not sentient but it remembers and it is all around us, it permeates the very world we walk on. Some are blessed with the ability to see and manipulate this energy and as they have a spark of it implanted in their souls.

Magic has been known by many names over the eon's Mama Pacha, Nokomis, Gaia, Phra Mae Thorani or simply Mother Nature.

The infant boy's magic in a bid to save itself reached out to the strongest source that it could find.

Mother Earth feeling one of her children in pain caressed the little spark she saw. She couldn't quite understand what was happening, but she knew the little one was in pain. So she did the only thing she could and began feeding it.

Little Harry's scream died down as he opened his eye's, eye's of purest emerald green that began to glow and the iris seeped out until there was no white visible.

While all of this was happening around him his psyche was shattered and then rebuilt itself over and over from the memories that were not his, but they were.

He was seeing a Harry Potter that fought Voldemort through to his seventh year at Hogwarts.

Then the images changed and he was traveling the stars through a ring shaped device.

Again they changed to him fighting alongside heroes of every size and shape.

The images went on and on every possible permutation of reality was his to view.

The one constant through it all was his pain and suffering of one sort or another.

The mind that was piecing itself back together saw this and with a great gulp of air screamed his rage and anger at the universe.

Within the village of Godric's Hollow every piece of glass shattered.

Across the world seer's, soothsayers, oracles and just anyone with the ability of divination were knocked unconscious.

Every prophecy in the Department of Mysteries burst open, the destiny of the world was now in flux.

His mind in chaos and his magic fighting to keep him alive, he gave out from the sheer weight of it all and surrendered to the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness.

Unknown to him, his magic had done something that no one on the earth had ever been able to do.

It had merged with the very magic of the world!

Not long after little Harry succumbed to the dark embrace of sleep the night was broken once again by a crack, almost like a single firecracker had gone off.

A figure stepped out of the shadows from across the street, his periwinkle colored robes billowing lightly in the breeze. His hair and beard tucked into his belt and his eyes twinkling unnaturally in the glow of the gas street lamps.

Unbeknownst to him, he was about to start on a path that had been followed by some of his more questionable doppelgangers from throughout reality.

Albus Dumbledore walked through the house past the remains of James Potter, up through the rubble that littered the stairs. He eased into the door of the babies room eyeing the remains of a cloak that had the magical signature of Voldemort all over it.

Stepping over the body of Lily, her eyes open to the horror of the destroyed room. The wall nearest had been blown out into the yard below.

He leaned over the crib dreading what he might find.

To his shock and astonishment the form before him was glowing, a soft emerald light fading from view around the boy.

He could see the rapid rise and fall of the infant's chest. There were a few small drops of blood on his forehead but nothing in the way of any injury.

With a flick of his wrist he palmed his wand and cast a few diagnostic charms on little Harry. The old man wasn't sure what he was seeing, physically the child was fine but his brain was lit up like a muggle Christmas tree. Every neuron and synapsis was firing continually!

Then he took a look at the boy's magical core and took an involuntary step back at what he saw.

"This can not be possible." he thought to himself

A decision was quickly made and he cast several quick spells and then scooped up the unconscious toddler.

On his way down the stairs he heard a groaning sound, he found Sirius Black bent over the body of his fallen friend.

Making another quick decision he spoke to the grieving man.

"Sirius, Harry is alive! But I fear for his safety with Peter still out there."

His words had the desired effect as Sirius stood to his feet and cast a point me spell.

"I will find him Professor and he will pay for what he has done to my family!" And with a crack of apparition he was out of Albus's hair.

Striding confidently through the wreckage in the front yard he cast quick notice me not charm and with another crack of apparition was standing before number 4, Privet Drive.

He placed the bundled up child on the front step, conjured a note cast a few wards around the house and without a backwards glance vanished into the night.

The boy who was Harry James Potter had finally found a balance and a semblance of sanity with in his own mind.

In non relative terms he had lived nearly an infinite lifetime in the space of an hour. He now had knowledge spanning the entirety of the multiverse at his fingertips.

He could see worlds where his parents had lived and where he had sibling's. He could see worlds where he was born a girl but all of them still had that ever present them of abuse and neglect. There were very few in an infinite number where he was truly happy.

Needless to say the consciousness that formed was aware and no longer that of an infant. With dumb luck the people of this world were lucky that he wasn't a power mad egotistical tyrant hell bent on world domination.

He wondered wondered what this world would be like? Not knowing that someone was already trying to hijack his life.

So it was he opened he could feel the magic that had been applied to his core to keep him from accessing it fully.

With a weary mental sigh he opened his eye's to the sight of a very familiar door.

"So this is how it's going to be, the manipulations of a misguided old fool? Well we'll see about that old man, I'm taking my own destiny in hand and running with it"

The first thing he did was mentally grasp the shackles the old fool had placed upon his core and tore them off, flinging them into the ether.

Not wanting to spend the night out in the cold since the pitiful heating spell cast on him was already wearing off he reached out with his magic and rang the doorbell.

He waited several minutes and then rang again until he heard cursing from upstairs.

"Hold your bloody horses! This had better be an emergency or so help me I'll beat you to a bloody pulp." Screamed out a familiar voice.

The door was yanked open and the whale of a man that was Vernon Dursley stepped out looking around.

Harry whimpered to catch his attention.

"Petunia there is a child on the front door step!" he bellowed.

Petunia Dursley stepped around her husband and looked around to see if anyone was visible as she reached down and scooped up said child.

"Close the door Vernon it's freezing out there."

"Now who might you be?" she asked the bundle in her arms.

"Looks like there's a note pinned to his blanket there pet."

He reached out and unpinned said note and began to read.

My Dearest Petunia,

It is with great regret that I inform you that Lily was killed this night by a dark lord. I have left your nephew, Harry James Potter for safe keeping. I have placed wards around your house to keep both you and he safe from our world. He must stay with you for these wards to work. Other than that do with him as you see fit. Just know that he will be coming back to my world on his eleventh birthday.

Yours,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

By the time he was finished reading his face had turned bright red.

"Those freaks have the nerve to drop off one of their spawn, here? We will drop him off at an orphanage tomorrow! I'm going back to bed pet, leave the brat, he will keep until the morning."

"I'll be up in a minute." she mumbled

After he left the room she looked down at the bundle in her arms.

A piece of her mourned the loss of her sister and a single tear ran down her cheek, but a great part of her still raged with jealousy.

When her gaze roamed up to Harry's face she gasped in surprise. Not only because of eyes that had no white in them but he was gazing back at her with a look of confusion on his small face.

He reached up a shaky little hand and rubbed her cheek where the tear had left a trail.

Harry was shocked himself seeing an emotion other than anger on his aunt's face.

Trying not to startle her anymore than he already had, he released his magic and spoke to her mentally.

"Hello Aunt Petunia! I did not expect to see grief from you, I never would have believed it possible without seeing it."

AN: So here it is, a new foray into the wonderful Wizarding World of Harry Potter. One among the multitude out there, and I hope I have not stepped on any toes. It's not like I have managed to read ever single Harry Potter story even though I am still trying.

A quick huge thank you to two of my co-workers for their help and feed back on this.

Oh and for those of you waiting for the continuation of Destinies Forge, I am working on it so be patient.